( Armin nods in answer, murmuring another (barely audible) "yeah."
he moans as David sucks his cock deep: relaxes against the pallet of the truck, weight off either elbow, and knees bent, allows his thighs to fall further open. under his breath, Armin curses, a soft, little ) Fuck... ( as his fingers thread through David's hair, never pushing or pulling, only curling and scraping fingernail through scalp.
Armin's opposite palm grips shoulder, smoothing across bare skin, splaying wide against David's nape.
in time, he begins to feel open, flexible, enough to fit someone's dick inside... Armin can't say, but a third finger, probably, and for the moment, that will need suffice. if David continues any more, Armin is certain he'll cum in the other's mouth — tempting but Armin knows his limits; would rather experience this, his first (no illusions of someone special, not in a place like Hope County, not for men like them), with his thoughts more cognisant.
Armin bites his bottom lip, fixing himself to the decision, and eases David's head from his thighs, fingers in David's hair. Armin's grip is only as tight as need be: his other palm, cradling the side of David's head, thumb against ear. Armin tilts his head, chin to collar, a little breathless. )
Uhm...
( he doesn't quite manage to articulate his thoughts. )
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he moans as David sucks his cock deep: relaxes against the pallet of the truck, weight off either elbow, and knees bent, allows his thighs to fall further open. under his breath, Armin curses, a soft, little ) Fuck... ( as his fingers thread through David's hair, never pushing or pulling, only curling and scraping fingernail through scalp.
Armin's opposite palm grips shoulder, smoothing across bare skin, splaying wide against David's nape.
in time, he begins to feel open, flexible, enough to fit someone's dick inside... Armin can't say, but a third finger, probably, and for the moment, that will need suffice. if David continues any more, Armin is certain he'll cum in the other's mouth — tempting but Armin knows his limits; would rather experience this, his first (no illusions of someone special, not in a place like Hope County, not for men like them), with his thoughts more cognisant.
Armin bites his bottom lip, fixing himself to the decision, and eases David's head from his thighs, fingers in David's hair. Armin's grip is only as tight as need be: his other palm, cradling the side of David's head, thumb against ear. Armin tilts his head, chin to collar, a little breathless. )
Uhm...
( he doesn't quite manage to articulate his thoughts. )